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 Vanuatu 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.