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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Monks,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.