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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 JFA to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.