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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.