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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.