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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.