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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.