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 Palau 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.