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 Chad and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.