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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.