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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.