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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Monks to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.