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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.