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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.