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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.