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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Television,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.