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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.