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 Armenia and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.