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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.