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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.