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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.