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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.