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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
June Days,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.