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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.