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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Q65 to the grime 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.