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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.