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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count 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.