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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.