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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Technova,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.