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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.