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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.