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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.