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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The Evens,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.