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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.