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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 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 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.