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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.