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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.