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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.