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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.