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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
The Gories,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.