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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.