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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.