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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.