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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
AZ,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.