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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.