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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.