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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Television,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.