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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.