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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.