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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.