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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.