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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.