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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.