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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.