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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 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 Little Man to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.