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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.