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 Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.