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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s 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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.