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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
The Names,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.