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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.