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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.