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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.