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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.