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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Shoche,
Wings,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.