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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Japan,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.