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 Switzerland 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.