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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.