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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.