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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.