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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.