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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.