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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.