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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Gong,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.