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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 ABBA 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?
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.