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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.