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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.