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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.