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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Monolake,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.