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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
CMW,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.