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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.