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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.