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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.