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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.