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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.