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 Manila.
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 Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.