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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Television,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.