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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.