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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.