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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
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 Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.