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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
The Remains,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.