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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.