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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.