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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.