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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.