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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.