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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.