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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.