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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.