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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.