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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.