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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.