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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Nas,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.