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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.