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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.