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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.