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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.