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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.