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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
The Motions,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.