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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.