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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Brick,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.