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 Panama and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.