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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Lalann,
the Association,
PIL,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
UT,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.