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 Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Television,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.