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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.