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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.