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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.