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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Ten City,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.