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 Haiti 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.