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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Cybotron to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Organ,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.