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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.