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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.