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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Fear,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.