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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.