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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.