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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.