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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.