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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.