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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.