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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.