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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Hashim to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
X-101,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.