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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Index,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.