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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.