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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.