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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.