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 France and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.