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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.