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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.