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 Niger 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.