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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.