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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
the Association,
Nas,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.