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 Benin 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.