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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
The Litter,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.