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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.