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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
the Normal,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.