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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Lungfish,
cv313,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.