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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.