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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.