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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.