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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quantec to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
JFA,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.