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 Poland 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.