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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.