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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.