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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Excepter,
Brick,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.