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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.