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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.