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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.