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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.