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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.