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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.