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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.