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 Denmark and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.