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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.