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 Kuwait 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.