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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.