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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Japan,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.