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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.