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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.