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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.