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 Chad and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
cv313,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.