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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Can,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.