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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.