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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.