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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.