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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Fear,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.