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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.