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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.