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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.