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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Erasure,
AZ,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.