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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.