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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.