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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Index,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.