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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.