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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.