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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.