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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.