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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.