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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Make Up,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.