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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.