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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.