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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.