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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
The Remains,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.