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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.