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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.