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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.