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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Visage,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Technova,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.