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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.