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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.