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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Nas,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.