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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.