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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
Roxette,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.