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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.