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 Maldives and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.