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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Can,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.