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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.