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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.