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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.