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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.