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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Warren Ellis 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.