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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.