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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.