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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Gong,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.