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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.