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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Roxette,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.