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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.