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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.