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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.