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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Pretty Things to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.