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 Montenegro 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.