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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.