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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.