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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.