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 Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
MC5,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.