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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.