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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.