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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
X-102,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.