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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.