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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.