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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.