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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.