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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.