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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.