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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.