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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
10cc,
CMW,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.