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 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.