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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.