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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.