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 Ireland and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.