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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.