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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.