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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold 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.