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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Organ,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.