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 France and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.