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 Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.