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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.