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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
X-101,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.