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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Motions to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.