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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.