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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.