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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.