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 Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.