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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.