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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.