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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.