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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Scion,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.