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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.