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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
The Associates,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.