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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.