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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.