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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.