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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.