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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.