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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.