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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.