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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.