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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.