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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.