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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.