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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.