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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
JFA,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Yaz,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.