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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Scion,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.