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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.