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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.