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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Magma,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.