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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
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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.