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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.