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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.