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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.