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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.