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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Technova,
Cluster,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.