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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.