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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.