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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.