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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.