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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Swans,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.