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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Monks,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.