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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.