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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.