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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Pole,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.