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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.