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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Franke,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.