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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.