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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Cameo,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.