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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 clarinet 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.