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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.