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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.