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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.