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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Japan,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.