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 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.