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 Syria 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.