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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.