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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.