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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.