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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.