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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.