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 India and from Cairo.
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 Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.