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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.