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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Can,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.