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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.