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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'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.