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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.