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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.