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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Zapp,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.