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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.