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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Nico,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.