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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.