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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.