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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.