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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
The Human League,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.