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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Wire,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.