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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.