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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.