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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.