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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Residents to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.