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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.