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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.