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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Scion,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.