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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.