Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.