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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
AZ,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.