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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.