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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 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 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 Whodini to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
MDC,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Pagans,
X-102,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.