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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
X-101,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Model 500,
the Association,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.