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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Smog,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.