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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton 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?
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.