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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.