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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.