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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.