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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.