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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Names to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
The Move,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.