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 Togo 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.