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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
UT,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.