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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.