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 Hungary and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Shoche,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Index,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.