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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
UT,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.