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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
X-101,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.