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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.