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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Scion,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.