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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.