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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Deakin,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.