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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.