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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Pylon,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.