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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.