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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Crime,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.