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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.