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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Jacob Miller 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.