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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.