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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.