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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.