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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Index,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
DNA,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.