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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.