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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.