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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.