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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
The Victims,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.