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 Burundi 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
The Names,
Josef K,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.