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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.