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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.