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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.