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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.