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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.