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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.