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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.