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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.