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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Swans,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.