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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.