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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.