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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Television,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.