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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.