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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Crime,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.