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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.