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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Mars,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.