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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
AZ,
Kayak,
cv313,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.