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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Television,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
MDC,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.