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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Unwound,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.