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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.