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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
The Human League,
MDC,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.