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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.