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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonics to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.