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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.