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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.