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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.