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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.