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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.