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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Lalann,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.