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 Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Smog,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.