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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.