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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.