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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Mars,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
JFA,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.