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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 New Order 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
the Swans,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.