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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.