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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.