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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.