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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.