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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.