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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.