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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.