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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.