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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.