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 Korea North 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.