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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.