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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.