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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.