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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
The Victims,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.