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 Mauritania 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.