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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.