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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.