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 Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.