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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.