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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.