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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Magma,
the Association,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.