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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dead C 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Quadrant,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.