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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.