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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
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.