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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.