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 Japan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
UT,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.