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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.