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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Fear,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.