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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Move to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.