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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.