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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the techno 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Skarface,
Magma,
The Wake,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.