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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.