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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
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.