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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers 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 dance 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.