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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.