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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
This Heat,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.