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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.