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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.