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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Organ,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Franke,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.