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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.