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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell 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 dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Q65,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.