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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.