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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.