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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.