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 Australia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Can,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.