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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.