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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.