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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
PIL,
Cluster,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.