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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.