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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.