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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.