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 India and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.