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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Ossler to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.