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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.