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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
the Slits,
CMW,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.