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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Swans,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.