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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.