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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Cymande 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.