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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.