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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.