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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.