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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.