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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.