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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.