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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.