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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.