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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.