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 China and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 10cc 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.