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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.