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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.