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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Franke,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
The Litter,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.