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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas 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 rap 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.