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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.