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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.