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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
The Cure,
Roxette,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.