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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
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Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.