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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.