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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
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Index,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.