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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.