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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Japan,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.