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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.