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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.