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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.