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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The Index,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Model 500,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.