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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Kayak,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.