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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.