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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Technova,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.