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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.