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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.