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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
DNA,
a-ha,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.