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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.