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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.