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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.