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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.