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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.