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 Congo and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.