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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.