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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.