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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.