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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.