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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
a-ha,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.