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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.