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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.