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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.