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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.