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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.