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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.