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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.