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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.