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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.