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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.