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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.