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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.