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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.